hidden thing

You won’t do it, will you?

Clasp your knees and save it all

A stronger heart would kill you

Smiling like a lifeless doll

Swept up and hidden all away

In a box on a high shelf

Always, always for another day

Now, I love to torture myself

What an awful noisy screech

The axels make against the ground

The wheels are safely out of reach

Well, I like to joke around

I can’t do it, can I?

What was it I was waiting for?

I really cannot help but lie

Everything is awfully sore

Downing in revelations that never come

And endless transformations

Rotting under a strange sun

And a stranger occupation

But the box is still there.

Underneath the dust and hair

Burning, loving, fleshy, bare

I might do it, maybe

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